February 16, 2006

One True Real Love Affair To Remember In Desperate Lands From Afar etc.

I thought it was an isolated incident at first, truly I did. You see, it seemed so harmless. All I did was press one teeny tiny little button. A teeny tiny oh-so-miniscule button. What's the harm in that? you say. And I shake my head from the sofa, and reply with sssh, keep it down. I'm watching the Channel Five Afternoon Movie.

Yes. You did hear that right. For all those unfamiliar with the glory of daytime television, Channel Five, or '5ive' (correctly pronounced 'fiveive') as they prefer to be known, as obviously they are cool and hip and in tune with the youth of today and therefore obviously not at all a waste of bandwidth at all, every afternoon put on two films for your viewing pleasure.

They're not the sort of films you're likely to have seen at the cinema. They're not the sort of films you're likely to have read reviews of in some esoteric magazine but never got round to seeing because they were only shown once, at midnight, in an art house cinema in an attic the other side of Liverpool. They're not even the sort of films you may have picked up in a Woolworths bargain bucket for 50p marked 'straight to video.' Oh no, these are a whole new beast. These are the American 'made-for-tv' movies. Which, I suppose, is exactly what you come up with when you invent a zillion cable channels and need something to fill them. One day, when the viewing public finally becomes tired of seeing fifty Friends and Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps episodes a day, I predict Channel 4 and the BBC will end up with exactly the same concept. But with fewer white picket fences and 'wise woman' parts for Whoopi Goldberg.

So yes, anyway, it was entering the post-lunch-Neighbours period, and I felt nothing more than a fleeting, idle curiosity to see what else was on. So, ever ever so whimsically, I gaily flipped the remote. Little did I know what I had let myself in for. I was confronted with a small orphan boy riding his bicycle between the white picket fences, quickly replaced with a car smash where a tousled, bloody and yet beautiful woman was being hauled tenderly from the wreckage by David Hasselhoff in a fireman's helmet and his trusty pet dalmation. Cute orphan children, David Hasselhoff, and a faithful dalmatian? How could I resist?

This turned out to be the masterpiece known as One True Love. Somehow, despite the advert breaks for hearing aids, post 50s insurance and denture sterilising equipment, I remained on that sofa until the beautiful woman, not longer bloodied but still in her wedding dress (from the wedding she ran out of to be with David Hasselhoff) had ended up with her Baywatch fire fighter, driving off in his T-bird with dalmatian and cute orphan kid sitting in the the back.

And I thought that would be the end of that. But today, all that changed. I arrived home to find a housemate, who shall remain nameless, engrossed in a touching tale of a man who fell down a sinkhole during mardi gras and was being chased through a cave by wet cement whilst his girlfriend ran about anxiously and yet attractively trying to save him.

It appears the addiction is catching. But even worse, I have started to apply the Rules Of The C5AM to my own life. For example, the small cute girl in the pink dress who almost ran into me in the Arts Centre today I expected to have a young, widowed and incredibly sexy father (who would of course have a great classic car) instead of a normal jeans and oversized jumper mother. I laboured under the delusion that the spring wind was sweeping my hair into an attractive tousled look rather than the usual haystack. And when I fell backwards going down the bus steps today (I know I'm clumsy, but in my defence,I hadn't eaten for seven hours and the driver did brake rather sharply) instead of collapsing back in an undignified manner and smiling shamefacedly at the old lady looking up at me from the lower deck in concern, I was supposed to have been caught by a muscle-bound firefighter or similar, who would have miraculously appeared behind me, and would, of course have proposed within a fortnight.

I think the C5AM may have ruined my life. If I start beginning sentences with 'when I was nothing but the littlest of little girls,' or 'I had the most beautiful dream last night…' or even 'I'm sorry [insert name here] but I just can't marry you. Don't ask me to explain… I just can't' then please, please, put me out of my misery.

Just don't let it get to the stage where I start thinking rainstorms are romantic, I'm begging you.


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  1. Well seeing as it was only today, you still have two weeks to wait for a proposal. Although as there was no fireman, I'd keep an eye on the granny.

    16 Feb 2006, 23:42

  2. Elizabeth Jenner

    Duly noted. I wonder what her taste is like in engagement rings?

    17 Feb 2006, 11:23

  3. Charlie

    Those films are something else….

    They come in a number of forms:

    1. friends accidentally kill someone and spend the film living with their guilt, usually with one of them acting all self-destructive and the other just getting depressed. Eventually they get found out and either end up in prison or one/both of them commits suicide.

    2. The terminal illness ones are a black hole that will suck you in and make you spend the afternoon feelining traumatised and blubbering away like a fool. Usually it's a brave little girl who is ill but helps her widowed father find a beautiful and sensitive wife. Occasionally it's a mother who is ill and yet she still manages to solve all the traumas of her family while cunningly setting up her soon to be widowed husband with another of the afore mentioned beautiful and sensitive women.

    3. The happy films involving an animal of some sort who is uncannily like Lassie, romping around the countryside with a little boy, getting into mischief but saving the village from some sort of evil invasion by the "non-locals" who wear suits and not lumberjack shirts.

    I could go on….

    As you can see i am an expert in the "5ive" movies genre and have a special fondness of the Seradent cheetah.
    I blame my mother, she uses them as a sleeping aid for her afternoon naps. Unfortunately while she was dozing i was engrossed in the films…be careful honey, they are a powerful thing and before you know it you'll be passing up afternoon drinking cause you need to find out if the patient will live (never) or the wedding go ahead (always, unless it's a cheating lovers film).

    Love ya
    xxxx

    18 Feb 2006, 11:25

  4. Elizabeth Jenner

    Charlie my darling, I thought my problem was bad, but it sounds like you could write a whole thesis on the C5AM! I love it! The other day I saw a particularly fine example of 1&2 combined, with best friends, one dying of terminal cancer caused by the other's smoking habit.

    The cheetah-love disturbs me, I have to admit… :-)

    :-*

    19 Feb 2006, 11:49


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